The Three of Wands, Sun in Aries, the harbinger of spring and the creative golden glory of womanhood. I wonder what this card will bring me, I wonder……..
I sit in the hallway of beginnings, nearing the end of my journey now, and I feel a sense of presence as I sit and build the power within, summoning the energy that will carry me into the worlds beyond. I walk today with a feeling of power, with a feeling that I have something to do, to make a difference on my world in some way, to use this journey into the land beyond the door in a way that will help me. I feel the healing power of the Sun seep into my bones, and place a crown upon my head, and with the knowledge that I am a queen in my world, I open the door and pass through the scarlet and orange flaming portal of The Thee of Wands.
I find that I am standing in a rich landscape of verdant colours, their intensity and passion vying with each other for supremacy, and I see that I am not alone, for I am gazing upon three women who are grouped around a large brass cauldron that is set upon a blazing fire.
I look at the women, and see that they represent the trio of womanhood, maiden, mother and crone, woman in all her power and glory, women of fire and potential, women of creativity, passion and magic, women of wisdom, knowledge and strength, of adventure and of teaching.
I go to the youngest first, and look upon her peach ripe skin, golden and warm in the light of the fire. Her hair is blond and braided, giving her a fierce, powerful and Nordic profile that is softened by her obvious youth; I notice too that there is a desire for acceptance that lurks behind her open porcelain face. She stands modestly, only glancing at me now and again, but what a look she gives; the look of a warrior maiden, with the untold and essential potential of youth, the passionate power of ideology and conception, the force and thrust of the bursting seed, the dream of all that will be, contained in her piercing blue eyes.
I go next to the woman with the long red hair. Tall she stands like an Amazon, a mistress of all that is around her, with a defiant and accomplished gaze. She has a child at her feet, one in her arms, and is expecting another. Her shoulders are broad and her breasts are large, she has the world at her command and she will not be denied. Confidence floods from the depths of her hazel eyes, and she is fecund and ferocious, guarding her children and the life that she carries, protecting her creativity with the power of the lioness, undisputed queen of her realm.
In awe of this lady, I move next to the woman with the dark and grey streaked hair. This queen of the twilight wears a leopard skin around her shoulders, and she looks at me with a dispassionate face, as powerful as the physical strength and beauty of the last two women. Her features have softened somewhat with age, and she does not stand as tall and strong as perhaps she might have done once, but across her face I see a hundred different visions, passing like clouds across the autumn sky. I see her fortitude in the knowledge that she carries, together with the understanding that strength is an attitude of mind, of vision and of passion. Belief and conviction carry the power to create, for in teaching and communicating, the seeds of change are sown in future generations and live far beyond the measure of physical life. I see that she has been teaching what she has learned, that the ones that come after her are stronger now than she was, and I see that her love carries on through the generations that will come after her, an unbroken line of women that reach back into the mists of time and also forward into the blazing light of eternity.
She is looking at me, inviting me, and beckoning me towards the cauldron, and I draw nearer, peering into its milky depths, wondering what I might see in its swirling and luminescent waters. I am drawn into the kaleidoscope colors and the fractals of light patterning the surface, drawn into the place within, this womb of creation, and I find that I am swimming like a seal, a selkie or a dolphin, through the seas of silver that swirl around me. There is music within my ears, clear and beautiful, carrying me upwards into a place of color and sound, the building blocks of creation is seems, and I am to build something with it, some form or other, I am to use my powers of creation to make something here, to put my heart’s desire into form.
I find that I am standing in a desert landscape, and that I am now a man with a long white beard. I wonder for a moment if I have become Malachi, and think that perhaps that yes I have. I stand there in the desert, and look at what is around me. Not much really, I see small plants and creatures, crawling around, so I kneel down on the dusty ground and look closer, lifting up the leaves to see what is beneath them, and following the small creatures as they go about their business. And then I notice something…. I see that as I play, I am actually creating these things, they are the product of my imagination. I become afraid for a moment, and study what I have created… and I fearfully look around to make sure that I have not created anything wrong, my fear breaking through into my awareness….fear of a power that I found before, in another life…… but no, all I see is small reptiles and insects, plants and small bushes, growing in the arid desert at my feet, nothing untoward.
I look into the landscape, and before I can command a conscious thought, my unconscious creates three figures, three golden children, a boy and two girls who are quite close in age. The eldest is a girl, with russet blond golden hair, falling in waves, her brother next, with a coloring the same as hers. The third child is also a girl, her hair different, dark, and her skin a beautiful olive color, and she is chattering and laughing while her siblings are quieter and slightly more reserved. They look at me, these children with a question on their faces, and I tell them to go and play, to have as much fun as they want to and to make as much noise as they wish. I make them a playground, with all the wonderful things that they have ever dreamed of within it, and all the food that they could ever want. I fill the place with warmth and with sunlight and with love, and with parents who love them and listen to them, who look after them and who care for them, I fill it with safety and peace and calm.
I watch them there these children, my children, my siblings and I, and although I can feel the tears running down my face and the pain of my broken heart, I can also feel the power of love running through me, the power to create, and recreate and recreate again, to birth whatever reality I desire from the eternal mother of Fire. My dreams, my love, my inspiration, my wisdom and eventually my death, will all be born, they will all flower and eventually they will all die, but something will live on.
I let the vision go eventually, the colours fading into white light, like a water colour picture that has hung in the sun too long, but if I listen carefully, I can still hear them laughing, somewhere, somewhere in a place that I cannot see, but which I know is there, free to run and laugh, free to be who they really are in every way they can.
The Three of Wands
10 degrees to 20 degrees of Aries
The Lord of Established Strength
Binah, Atziluth, Sun in Aries= Virtue